They and my so called friends who
tried to make me cry.
Thanks................................
Because it only made me search, not die.
Within, I found the inner will to stay alive.
Their cruel attempts helped me find that inner tie;
Without which I may not have tried
to know the poetic rich depth of my soul.
And thus the world might have been deprived
Of the countless poems that have been untold.
Ah! They can not tell why I write.?
And yet they told others that I am clever........
May be they don't know that
cleverness is the positivity of the soul.....
Their cruelty will discover it has no right.
They found something they cannot buy.
They will try to discover my soul is not bright.
And when my brave and wit to soar.
They will remember it was all a lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
now this is a very very good poem mahfooz.....i am not sure whether you took time or anything...but this poem is really really good...i like it lot...keep it up happy 2009 Nia Riz